03/12/2025
This photo means the world to me. It was taken after my brother and I completed the Dublin City Marathon a few years ago now!! It’s one of those proud, heart-bursting days where Mum stood on the sidelines, cheering louder than anyone else. She was our biggest supporter in everything we did, always showing up, always encouraging, always believing we could go further than we thought.
But lately, I’ve found myself thinking about conversations thst i should have had with her in more depth.
I never really talked to my mum in any great detail about her hormonal journey.
Her menopause.
What she struggled with.
What helped her.
What scared her.
What no one at the time had the language, permission, or space to talk about.
Like so many women of her generation, she got on with it quietly. Menopause was something whispered about, endured, or ignored, certainly not discussed around kitchen tables or shared from mother to daughter.
And now, as I walk my own mid-life path, I find myself wishing I had her insights. Not just her love and support, which she gave endlessly, but her lived experience. Her wisdom. Her roadmap.
Because here’s the truth:
✨ When we talk about menopause, we don’t just share symptoms, we pass down strength.
✨ When we speak openly, we normalise what half the population will experience.
✨ When we tell our stories, we stop the silence from becoming someone else’s struggle.
If you still have the chance, ask the questions. Have the conversations. Listen to the stories. Your mother’s journey might hold answers you don’t even know you need yet.
And for our daughters, nieces, sisters, and friends, let’s be the generation that refuses to stay silent!! Menopause is not something to endure alone. It’s something to understand, prepare for, and move through with knowledge and support.
I wish I had known more about my mum’s journey, but I can honour her by making sure these conversations don’t stop with me. 💛
Bit of a long winded post, but it is so important to have these conversations 😊